The 1960’s radio in the room plays softly, songs from our youth, nostalgic, coating us with that rosy haze of times not so long ago but that feel like another world. The soft lilt of voices murmur across the evening, red wine days, cards played. Lulling in the afterglow of a deep corner bath, I observe, writing and finding solace in this small bubble of familiarity in an unfamiliar country.
I feel the lingering heat of three days of sunshine still warming my soul and skin. I revisit icy waters, toes dipped in sparkling rivers, fresh and clear and blue.
Plans for tomorrow, plans from today. Days well spent, focuses changed. And in this small comfort, I change too.